The Undercurrent

The wound
It bleeds and intensifies as the fire dances all over again
I was a beholder
But now I want join the hunt of no fucking tomorrow

A nightmare that is lucid and awoken
Has lost its past meaning and is now evermore
For it is our will that manifests and takes a hold of this place

Awakened dust!
Ruins arise!
For the eruption that ascends, will now aim for the sky
To reach for the bent star and its viscera

The breath of the storm is now of a punctured lung
Interior plains once had winds that sung
But the shrieking, dissonant, corrupted chants
Have made its way to wake the damned
Damned!

Abominations, that forces the wagon through the valleys
That enslaves with its terror sublime
The cause of awakening, oh it's clear at this point
Or some say a revelation of glory in genocide

Stench, the stench may be revolting
And so is the source of it too
But soon it will be everything that you know
And a source of putrid stench will be everything that you are
You are!

Time to die the death!

The breath of the storm is now of a punctured lung
Interior plains once had winds that sung
But the shrieking, dissonant, corrupted chants
Have made its way to wake the damned
To wake the fucking damned!
Damned!

Awakened dust!
Ruins arise!
The blood is smudged and smeared beautifully
On the face of man and all his sons

Fear
The Undercurrent!